The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 200

For real?

He’s actually going to give her a ride home?

Was he pulling her leg?

Did he even know where she lived? Chapter 199

At that moment, another woman waiting for her ride, dazzlingly beautiful with stunning makeup and a killer body, saw the luxury car

Her face lit up at the sight of the luxury car and she enthusiastically approached it.

Just then, the window of the black car rolled down to reveal a handsome and suave man

He was not just handsome, he also looked incredibly distinguished.

Any woman would be smitten by his good looks.

The beautiful woman instantly flashed a smile, approached the car, and sweetly said, “Handsome, are you up for a date? I can hop into your car right now”

And, she intentionally flaunted her body, which she believed to be attractive

Lysander Sinclait, unimpressed, coldly said, “Scram

The woman’s cheap perfume was so overpowering that it gave him a headache.

Shock replaced the smile on the beautiful woman’s face, and she stepped back with disappointment and helplessness.

She then saw the man’s deep gaze fixed on a plain–looking woman behind her, who was busy devouring an ice cream. And then he called out, “Thalassa, come here!”

The beautiful woman was seething with jealousy. How could this ordinary, country bumpkin catch the eye of such an outstanding man?

Thalassa, hearing her name, looked around in surprise and saw Lysander in his car, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the window, looking dashing and elegant in the setting sun, almost radiant.

Was it Lysander who had called her?

Thalassa blinked, initially hesitant, but eventually found herself walking toward him. “Mr. Sinclair, did you call me?”

she was still holding her ice cream, which made her look rather goofy

which landed smack on the face of the beautiful

The woman screamed

pulling out tissues and frantically wiping the

of Thalassa’s frantic wiping, the woman’s makeup smeared all

pushed Thalassa away,

crying,

all around her eyes, and foundation clumped and flaked off, making her look like a

together, endlessly apologizing. “I’m really

country bumpkin!” The woman huffed angrily and stomped off in her high heels, both furious

taken aback. Was the woman referring to her as a country

woman’s face, exposing her ruined

the Corner

the perfect, well–mannered ladies of high society, she seemed more

of the car, walked over to

but warm. As soon as he grabbed Thalassa’s hand, she felt a

by surprise, causing her to

pull her hand out of his grip, and Lysander held on tighter, leading her towards the car.

not the point, though. How on earth would she let

those four rugrats in her house, she’s going to be

flustered, and said, “No need, Mr. Sinclair, I can manage

already opened the car door

were chilly and left no room

that, he shut the car door, got back behind the wheel, and

didn’t notice that at that moment, across the road, her coworker Daryl and the receptionist were stepping out

receptionist’s sleeve, looking at the departing black Rolls–Royce in disbelief.

the license plate

led Thalassa into his car

saw Sinclair’s gaze wander their way when she was standing aside

of Thalassa, who was standing

she thought of it, could it be that Mr. Sinclair was looking

mouth twitched, but she